You met his sharp gaze with a raised brow as his bags hit the polished floor, contrasting your scattered artifacts and tattered curtains. Flickering candles cast playful shadows against the neat lines he brought. The space stood between divine precision and chaos. Breaking the silence, he said, “I see nothing's changed on your side,” a wry smile tugging at his lips. He glanced around, adding, 'Though, I’d say chaos suits you better than order ever could.'
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